Saint Jules

I'm rhyming off this deadly pad, this is the design that I can't let 'em have Hella mad 'cause I'm pulling' rabbits out of several bags My old chick wanna get me back but I'm too Busy fuckin' yours while you wait on her to text you back I don't need an introduction I'm the second track Work the clock tell me how else I'm supposed to earn a spot No I don't know what it's like to have to serve the block All I know is that my rhymes is tighter than a virgin crotch Beat is dirtier than curly socks perfectly piled Up under his bed he talking action but prefer to watch These niggas video with no game she fuckin' with the Stroke game you know had to hit her with a birdie shot I feel like Nagato I'm steady pushing pain With a lot of focus on the bad it tends to crook remains Keep your head straight count your blessings, life will teach a thousand Lessons don't get caught up in the patterns of your adolescence Pack a message, I tell these other rappers they can carry On I'ma keep the real fire in the bag I'm checking You might could spit it in a hurry like a MAC-11 But you running out of bars like it's bad reception I can't knock nobody hustle, I can't knock nobody Struggle if you got it out the mud then nothing but respect I'm just a kid from many places, finally settled in the State of Carolina where the finest artists in effect